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The lights outside the window are blurred in puddles
I don't need this city today.
Your old sweater is left on the couch.
Like a white ship in my ocean.
I remember your voice, I remember your smell.
But the evening creeps on soft paws.
And the silence hits my temples painfully.
Dividing my life exactly in half.

The forgotten phrases froze in my mouth
I'm painting your emptiness again.
Expectation trembles at the tips of my fingers
You are my eternal punishment.

You are my most tender wound.
My quiet pier in the middle of the ocean.
But there's fog and train stations between us.
I've told you everything I can.
My beloved, strange, far and near
You're the first and riskiest one on the list of losses.
A sad low-fi motif
Just keep quiet and don't let go.

Jazz is streaming from broken speakers
I feel that our world is bitterly thin.
You smell like rain and a little tobacco.
Why did you remain my dead end?
I pause the footage from the past.
Where there was so much warmth and good things.
But the coffee is cold, and the apartment is dark.
We won't be together, it's been clear for a long time.

The forgotten phrases froze in my mouth
I'm painting your emptiness again.
Expectation trembles at the tips of my fingers
You are my eternal punishment.

You are my most tender wound.
My quiet pier in the middle of the ocean.
But there's fog and train stations between us.
I've told you everything I can.
My beloved, strange, far and near
You're the first and riskiest one on the list of losses.
A sad low-fi motif
Just keep quiet and don't let go.

If love is a slow poison
, I'll drink it down and not look back.
Just tell me, in which of the worlds
Will you be ready to come to me again?
Without promises, without pain and lies...
just show it to me in a dream.

You are my most tender wound.
My quiet pier in the middle of the ocean.
But there's fog and train stations between us.
I've told you everything I can.
My beloved, strange, far and near
You're the first and riskiest one on the list of losses.
A sad low-fi motif
Just keep quiet and don't let go.

Don't let go...
there's only smoke in this room.
You've remained a saint to me.
Just sleep...
just be...
out there somewhere...
my endless journey.

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